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Schoolbag in handShe leaves home in the early morningWaving goodbyeWith an absent-minded smileI watch her goWith a surge of that well-known sadnessAnd I have to sit down for a whileThe feeling that I'm loosing her foreverAnd without really entering her worldI'm glad whenever I can share her laughterThat funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mindEach time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyesHer and me at the breakfast tableBarely awakeI let precious time go byThen when she's goneThere's that odd melancholy feelingAnd a sense of guiltI can't denyWhat happened to the wonderful adventuresThe places I had planned for us to goWell some of that we didBut most we didn'tAnd why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mindEach time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the pictureAnd save it from the funny tricks of timeSlipping through my fingers -

Schoolbag in handShe leaves home in the early morningWaving goodbye with an absent-minded smile